“I don’t like the sound of that. You do know that you’re ignorant as a stick,” he added, and lightly touched his palm to her the underside of her breast. “But I have high hopes.”
Meggie didn’t move, became still as a statue and looked up at him, not saying a word. Then she leaned forward, pressing her breast into his palm. Thomas’s breath hitched. He saw one of the sailors coming and regretfully dropped his hand to his side. “Yes,” he said, “lower than a slug. Now, let’s think about the pleasure I gave you. Meggie, the look on your face when I kissed you.”
“Well, I love to kiss you. You make my mouth tingle.”
“No, not on the mouth, Meggie.”
He laughed when she turned even redder, none of it from windburn.
He couldn’t help himself. He smiled down at her, at the loose hair pulled from beneath her bonnet, whipping against her face. “If I hadn’t pleasured you, would you have shot me after you felled me?”
She pursed her lips and he knew, knew all the way to his boots, that she was giving this due thought. Finally she said, “Well, that’s a real possibility. Who knows what you would have demanded to do? Our wedding night was memorable, but I wouldn’t precisely say that it was a memory that I will cherish when I am an old woman. Yes, I might have shot you.”
She was so likable, so damned open and giving. Not a reticent bone in that ever so white body of hers. Her body. No, he wouldn’t think about that, not now, not on board a wildly rocking boat.
He looked out over the billowing wave that would slap the side of the boat in another instant. He waited, put his arm on hers to keep her steady, and felt the taste of the water in his mouth from the wild spray.
He said after a moment, “My mother lives at Pendragon.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised,” she said slowly, “but you hadn’t told me where she was living. Remember I asked you if your mother would come to our wedding, and you just shook your head and said something about her being ill.”
“That is true. She was ill, just like your grandmother. As a rule she dislikes leaving Pendragon. When I was five, she took me to her brother’s home, to Pendragon. I was raised there.”
“I look forward to meeting her,” Meggie said.
Thomas said not another word.
They turned into Cork Harbour within the hour, where the water was much calmer because of the long curving mole that broke the storm’s might.
A mother-in-law, Meggie was thinking. She hadn’t given the actual flesh-and-blood lady much thought until now that she was going to meet her in a very short time. She thought of her grandmother Lady Lydia and spent a good five minutes praying hard.
* * *
Chapter 20
Pendragon Castle
SO YOU ARE my son’s new wife.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Meggie smiled as she stepped up to the older woman, who looked a great deal like Thomas, from her dark hair and eyes to her olive complexion. Her mother-in-law, something she’d never had before, someone who was now more a part of her life than her own parents. If Thomas’s mother hadn’t come to their wedding because of ill health, she certainly looked as fit as a topform racing cat to Meggie.
Best to begin the way she meant to go on. Meggie gave her a big smile, oozing with respect and goodwill, and offered her a curtsy only a duchess deserved—a royal duchess.
Her mother-in-law said, after looking her up and down, “From my son’s letter, I thought you would look much better. You are not presentable. You are wet. Perhaps even on the frowzy side. The feather on your bonnet is drooping badly.”
“Mother, as you can see, both Meggie and I are soaked to the skin. Just before we managed to steer into the harbor, a big wave struck the port side of the boat. Even Pen got wet, and I can assure you that he wasn’t happy about it. I will take Meggie to our bedchamber now so she may change.”